Alex

Alex stumbled out of the forest covered in scratches and bruises tripping over the overgrowth spilling out onto the beach which then quickly had thin grass starting to grow on it. The ocean then bordering that. He looked down. Still hooves he thought. He had been trying to get out of that forest for months now. The horse body was a new addition.

He had assumed the forest had temporarily morphed the lower half of his body into an orange spotted white and black horse, with some of the splotches carrying off of the horse body and onto his dark skin, but no such luck held out for him

Then all of his previous misfortunes were forgotten as he turned looked around at his new surroundings.

He froze, a small not in that great of condition fishing shack bordered the salty tumbling ocean. He heard a seagull's cry pierce the silence and time seemed to stop. It was the first time he had seen any type of the slightest possible sign that civilization still existed in months maybe years. After the first few months alone it seemed pointless to keep count anymore.

He unfroze and ran as fast as his untrained horse legs would carry him which although  that wasn't very fast, he immediately tripped over a large sharp rock.

Which sent him tumbling down the sharp landscape full of rocks similar to the one he had just tripped over. He tumbled over each rock. Each rock hurting more than the last. Each time his body slammed against the sand he got the breath knocked out of him and a new scratch or bruise. Finally he managed to stick out his hand at the right moment and catch a small root keeping him from tumbling all the way down to the ocean in this treacherous environment where he fell into a puddle. The horse legs arranged themselves into an almost sitting position like he had meant to do that.

He threw his arms into the air, falling back as far as him torso would let him just yelling like the stupid seagull that had probably distracted him making him fall down here! It wasn't fair! How come he didn't get to live a normal life! How come he was the one that had a horse body attached to his torso! How come he was the one who hadn't seen society since May 22 1920!

He laid there in the pool of water with the near perfect day surrounding him, it was almost relaxing with the wind blowing slightly through the sand-grass and the waves gently lapping against the shore for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. He had left his sense of time back with the people.

The wounds he had gotten begun to catch up with him as he realized two things. 1-the water he thought he had been sitting in was really a pool of his own blood. And 2-He couldn't let himself die after this long just because of a rock and he tested one of his front legs.

A blinding pain took over him as he fell back down. He decided that leg was probably broken. He tried his other front leg. He slowly lowered it onto the sand grass as held onto the root at his side expecting a similar result as to the other one. As his hoof made landing it didn't buckle but still hurt like anything. It would have to do. He tried his back legs and they both seemed like his left front leg hurting terribly but still usable.

Now he, terrible at walking as it was, had to limp all the way down the hill with rocks similar to the he slipped on he slipped on with all four functioning legs let alone one of them broken and the others bloody and bruised.

He held the broken leg up to his body taking a slow step forward. So far so good. Just a thousand more left.

Each step after that was a struggle, but he finally made it to the fishing shack.

He barged through the door effectively kicking it down yelling,"CAN I USE YOUR BATH!?"

As he looked around at the reactions of the strangely dressed people at a small dark brown dining table though now the stain was peeling off and he could tell it was originally pine, one yelling and running out of the room and one reacting later and joining him, but most just stared frozen watching him, he realized that wasn't socially acceptable. He wanted to fix his mistake but he couldn't remember how, he was actually surprised he remembered English at all.